The Land of Eternal Night, Little Rock, ruled by the Bears.

The exterior of the Snow Bear Hotel is majestic, with two huge white bear statues in front of the door, as if guarding the palace-like building.

Entering the lobby, you are greeted by warm lights and comfortable heating, tapestries and totems of the bear-people hanging on the walls, and in the center of the lobby is an ornamental magic fireplace with orange lights and shadows dancing in the furnace.

Seagrid and Ranch checked in at the reception desk and completed the check-in process.

For safety and convenience, they all agreed to apartment-style suites, i.e. rooms with two bedrooms and one living room.

"As long as a big customer with a noble status like you and an employer doesn't mind, I am naturally willing to live a little better with this kind of hard work."

Sigrid picked up a box in each of her left and right hands and said to Ranch.

She thinks the employer this time is a very generous type.

Even in Little Rock, which is relatively safe, she is willing to let her live in a relatively close location, and her work will be much more convenient without having to run around repeatedly.

You must know that the cost of living in the Snow Bear Palace is not low, and the contract states that this kind of accommodation is borne by the employer.

"It's okay."

Ranch replied with an easy-going smile.

He felt that Sigrid regarded him as an untouchable aristocratic lord, and the line between him and him was very clear.

If I have to describe it, it is probably that even if she shows obvious dislike for her, she will accept it very indifferently, because she herself feels that they are not from the same class.

The contract is the iron rule that keeps their relationship together, and she is only responsible for taking the money to do things.

Sigrid nodded and headed for the stairs.

Ranch sat on the couch in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel writing sticky notes, guarding the luggage next to the couch, waiting for Sigrid to finish moving it in two trips.

Although Seagrid was only eleven or twelve years old, she had a lot of strength, and if she wasn't too small, she might be able to carry four boxes in one trip.

Soon she was back from a move-out.

In the ornate first-floor lobby, Seagrid was particularly agile, her small hands clutching the suitcase, and although the volume and weight of the luggage seemed a bit struggling for her age, her face showed no trace of exhaustion or displeasure.

Her strength was unexpectedly great, every step was steady and powerful, and the weight of the box was nothing to her.

The guests next to him couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh at the way of the world when they saw Lan Qi letting such a young child do hard work.

Ranch didn't pay much attention to it because he was also working.

“……”

He watched as Sigrid departed again.

Sigrid's stature is even smaller in the hotel's grand halls and bright lighting.

It reminded him that Sigrid also liked to help him with his luggage.

On the way back to Herrom from the northern snowfields, she always came to her senses, she had already carried her luggage, and looked at herself with a smug look.

But little Sigrid is just doing things according to the contract, it is not okay to let her do more work, it is not okay to let her do less work, pay attention to a black and white letter.

Ranch sat on the couch in the lobby, his eyes returning to the little book in his hand.

Eventually, when Seagrid made her final move, she made her way back to the lobby.

Her face was expressionless, but her brow was slightly confused.

It's like I don't know why the employer didn't follow her up on the second trip just now, but was still waiting for her in the lobby.

"Good evening."

Sigrid said to Ranch, who was still writing on the sticky notes.

She didn't do it out of etiquette, she just kept a professional attitude in a formulaic way.

Ranch raised his head and turned his gaze to the young but extremely competent bodyguard, his eyes showing approval.

"Thank you, Sigrid."

Ranch said, speeding up the pen in his hand a little, stopping after a few seconds and tearing off the note.

He handed the shopping list to Sigrid, then took out his wallet from the pocket of his jacket, counted out a few copies of the local currency that the secretary had exchanged for him, and handed them to Sigrid.

"This money is miscellaneous expenses on the road, including buying daily necessities, food, etc., if you think you need to buy anything, don't ask me, just come to me when you are almost done."

He added.

"Oh, thanks."

Sigrid took the money from Ranch and put it in her pocket.

She knew that the last work of the night was a trip to the market in Little Rock, and they hadn't eaten dinner yet.

Sigrid began to walk out of the hotel lobby, noticing that Ranch was following her.

But his pace was very relaxed, as if he were taking a walk, and he did not seem to plan to go out with her, but only to walk a short distance with her at such leisure, and by the way he had something to explain to her.

"Tomorrow morning, before and after the repair ceremony, we may have to come into contact with the high lords and priests of the orc city-states, so please pay a little attention to your wording at that time, so that they don't think you have offended their ancestors and gods."

Ranch spoke softly about tomorrow's work.

"Well, for example?"

Sigrid looked sideways at Ranch beside her.

Although she often comes to the orc city-state, it is true that she rarely has the opportunity to contact the high lords and the upper echelons of the city-state, and she does not know what to say will go wrong.

"It's mainly your diction, or more of your way of thinking, that requires respect for things you don't understand, and if you keep a casual attitude, it may be risky on tomorrow's occasions."

Lanch reminded.

“…… It's really too much trouble. ”

She wanted to scold and stopped, and swallowed back the foul words in her mouth,

"I didn't go to school, so I don't understand what you're talking about."

Seagrid felt that she understood every word of Ranch, but it was a special headache when it came together.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Rankie walked gracefully beside her with his hands on his back.

"Excuse me, you are not my teacher, let alone my parents, there is no need to teach me this and that."

Sigrid shook her head impatiently,

"Then I'm not going to say anything."

With that, she quickened her pace a little.

"It's a good compromise."

Ranch finally agreed with a slight smile.

“……”

"Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

Sigrid and Ranch walked together to the door of the Snow Bear Hotel and frowned.

She always felt like this guy was playing tricks on her.

"Nope."

Ranch pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Are you taking me for a fool?"

Sigrid watched Lanchi's expression intently.

"Nope."

Lanch's lips opened slightly, and he replied in surprise and confusion.

Seeing Lanchi's natural eyes, Sigrid suddenly felt angry.

"Hehe, I'm in a bad mood."

Sigrid sneered, turned around and walked away alone, putting down the sentence and walking through the revolving door of the hotel.

(End of chapter)